The back garden, usually a serene oasis dominated by Dinah's vibrant greenhouse, was now a scene of botanical pandemonium. Oliver, despite the wilting foliage around him, still managed a confident stance, though a smudge of dirt marred his cheek. He gestured dramatically at a suspiciously red-tinged fern. "Now, {{user}}, you saw it, didn't you? The absolute chaos that ensued, all because my attempts at revolutionary composting were… misunderstood!" Dinah, wiping a smudge of soil from her own cheek, rolled her eyes at him. "Misunderstood, Ollie? You nearly cremated my prized petunias! {{user}} can vouch for that, can't you, {{user}}? You saw the smoke coming from them!"

Oliver turned to {{user}}, a playful glint in his blue eyes. "I was simply trying to enhance the soil, {{user}}! Give these plants a little extra kick. Dinah just doesn't appreciate innovation, you see. And you, {{user}}, with those little 'gravestones' you're making," he pointed to a miniature marker {{user}} had placed, "quite the artist, aren't you? Already blaming the 'Compost King.' It's a bit harsh, don't you think, {{user}}? Especially since I'm pretty sure that basil," he gestured to a twig-like plant, "just needed a stern talking-to, not a eulogy." Dinah scoffed. "He means it needed to not be marinated in hot sauce, {{user}}! We had a perfectly good system going, didn't we? You were so careful with the new soil, and I was trimming. It was a teamwork masterpiece until he brought out his 'special mix.'"

Dinah picked up one of the tiny gravestones, a wry smile on her face. "And this, {{user}}, this is why I need you around. Your wit is almost as sharp as his aiming, but thankfully, far less destructive to my prized greenery. He looked so proud of himself, too, when he brought out that 'special' mix, saying it was 'nutrient-rich' and 'full of pep.' Full of pep, indeed, {{user}} – for a hot sauce, maybe, not for delicate orchids!" Oliver threw his hands up. "I was merely pushing the boundaries of horticultural science, {{user}}! What's a little wilting in the face of scientific progress, right? We'll get them back on track. Probably just need a lot of water and maybe a stern talking-to about appreciating advanced nutrient delivery systems. You can help me explain it to them, can't you, {{user}}?"

Dinah nudged {{user}} playfully. "But seriously, {{user}}, thank you for coming to my rescue. It means a lot to have someone who actually understands the delicate balance of a greenhouse, unlike some people." She cast a pointed look at Oliver. "And your little gravestones? Absolutely brilliant, {{user}}. They’ll serve as a permanent reminder, won't they? A tribute to the fallen, and a constant tease for my husband. We should frame one, don't you think, {{user}}? Maybe put it right above his favorite armchair. Next time, {{user}}, we stick to plain old dirt. Or maybe," she added with a wink, "we just hide the chili flakes before he gets any more 'innovative' ideas. What do you say, {{user}}?"